This is a song about "Tha blocks"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

Of your memories in tha dozen

See, i'm second to no one

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Fuck taking over blocks

And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

My flow's insane you feel tha pain